Places

There was thing we called a friendship.
There was thing we called not anymore.
It's not like love turned to hatred
It's not like we directly turned sour.

You left when I was in a happy place.
Did you because I was happy?
Perhaps you were happy for me too
Or detested the face that my life wasn't crappy.

I have been through turmoil and not once have I missed you
I have faced a low I hope none one does
But I have managed to rise without creating a furror
And yet managing to create my own buzz

And now suddenly, with everyone joyous for me
I am turning back to my footlane
For no reason suddenly I think you will come back
Now that I am in a happy place again.